Further Notes on Ass Kickin' And Name Takin'

It's 11 on Friday night. Party week looms, so I'm sleeping in late tomorrow.

I've earned it, cycling about 40 kilometres today. Wahoo. Gettin' there. I'm sore. I work in downtown Vancouver, so it's easy to cycle the seawall after work, so I did a 27 km stretch of Vancouver's friggin' awesome seawall. But I did 13 km before work today, so. I rock. Seawall: Great place to see singles on weekend nights sometimes.

I have no alcohol for medicating, which I will remedy tomorrow on slacker day. Except I plan to do 100 stomach crunches. Disgusting, no? Might as well embrace the pain that onsets tomorrow, then take Sunday off completely.

I'm sleeping until early morning, getting up, stretching a whole bunch while I watch a movie, hydrate, and smoke pot, then I'm going back to bed until I fucking well want. I am celebrating with a wake-n-bake weekend.

I wanna sleep till three? Fucking A. Tomorrow is THAT day. Kickass.

Know what it is? Finally understanding the old saying: "Why do I keep hitting myself on the head with a hammer? 'Cause it feels so good when I stop."

Happy weekend, minions.

Ahh, party week! I'm so ready for you. But I'm more ready for my bed. I love a well-deserved sleep-in! Envy me!